07/15/2026
I found this old picture today.
Sometimes an old photo doesn’t make you miss a moment.
It makes you miss a version of yourself.
This girl had no idea what life would bring. She didn’t know it yet, but life would ask her to carry more than she ever imagined. She still dreamed of marriage and babies, but she also knew herself. She trusted her instincts. She said yes to what lit her up and no to what didn’t. She laughed loudly. She took up space. She believed she deserved a beautiful life.
Somewhere along the way, I slowly stopped listening to that voice. It wasn’t all at once, and I don’t even know that I realized it was happening. I became smaller. Quieter. More focused on keeping the peace than honoring myself.
When I look at this picture now, I don’t wish I could go back.
I just want to become her again.
Not the younger version—but the woman who trusted herself. The woman who wasn’t afraid to take up space. The woman who remembered who she was before she started looking to everyone else to tell her who she should be.
Maybe that’s what this season is really about.
Not reinventing myself.
Remembering myself.
Coming home to the woman I’ve always been.
